The Four Seasons...
Walking through the city streets,
in the twilight of life, watching the fading autumn
just around the corner
and coming winter between blizzards
and the wind becomes more and more cold.
The spring is so far away with their noisy and firm steps,
smiling, and anguishing,
in a gang that following a leader,
then summer egoism,
his arrogance and the weight by curving powerful as we do.
But in my autumn the serenity is approaching,
and although occasionally there is an early flowering of hope,
prepare myself progressively for the winter.
Knowing that there are terminate the seasons...
Marcos Loures
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